This is not going to be one of those cutesy posts that says we’re not good at things like “holding grudges” or “ignoring people in need.”
For all Mrs. Zook knows, yellow and gray may be out of style by now. She would have to ask her sister Kim, who knows about things like that.
We have been ferried up, up, up the excruciating climb, full of dread and horror. Now we creep over the edge and hang poised.
In a white country church house with six pews on the right and six pews on the left, I formed my first ideas of God and his people.
Prepared with love for him at dinner’s end, an unannounced surprise made carefully into a luscious circle of fresh crimped crust…
This dessert is good enough to be eaten warm from the oven, without strawberries, as a coffee cake. With berries, it’s Mmmmmmmmmmmm.
I’m writing a manuscript for Herald Press. If you did not know about this and feel you should, I am nothing but sympathy. I didn’t know about it either.
What do they do, little urban citizens of virtual worlds, when they arrive in a home where screentime for preschoolers is not prioritized? How do they live?
Danette Martin writes: “You’ve been on my mind ever since I heard the news of your dad’s engagement. Twenty-four years ago, I was in your shoes.”
A contributor writes: “She climbed trees and slept in haymows, and she always loved the earth – flowers and kittens and springtime…”